Nothing That Lives is Still



NOTHING THAT LIVES IS STILL

There is rhythm and pulse
to life everywhere, all the time.
The cat asleep in the sunny window
is not carved from stone,
the guy sleeping in a doorway
wrapped in last week’s news
only looks dead.

Only photographs bring stillness.
Photos of the dead even more so.
All that remains
is the standing around,
reacting to them.

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